The heart which I wore (and hid) under my sleeve, I never did expect, would (eventually) turn out to be this impish scimpish, I instead always (wrongly) believed, That my heart was exactly a thorough gentleman like me

Now that it is enticed, (and then) it creates commotion It has started reading too much into these seemingly commonplace gestures, There is seemingly no scurry scoundrel like this heart of mine, Please someone try to rein it in, oh, please someone try to drill in some sense (at least), (Try to remind it) that at this tiring age, he is going to be beguiled and betrayed, (Rightfully so), now I am so very scared of falling in love

I am lugging around, so much of the sweet sorrow in my heart, That it now visibly afraid to even laugh out in the open, All my (wasted) youth, I cautiously avoided this malaise (of love) And now (ironically), I am meeting him (love) on the same street

When my heart pulsates (like this), It feels as if she is coming right towards here, looking straight at me, Darting arrows poisoned with her love and longing, (No wonder) why these magic moments seem to be infinitely protracted, And they(these moments) seem to swarm all over my vision and eyes (overwhelming me), (Rightly so) I am so scared to admit all this to even my own self,